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schmerica26. It actually should be on the TERRIBLY LAME list that the sister and I have had the song "Milkshake" stuck in our head all weekend and thus been wandering around singing it constantly. But sometimes my TERRIBLY LAME and AWESOME lists overlap a little.
My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard!
27. HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY to someone I will cunningly refer to as "schmerialkarma" and HAPPY ON TIME BIRTHDAY to the person with the sekrit identity of "schmalejandra"!
28. This is something like birthdayfic, and something like dorkiness.
*****
Vecchio and Stella's house was huge, massive, colossal. Ray was sure the guest bedroom they gave him and Fraser was three times the size of their room at home, easy. The closet was the size of the baby's room in the cabin.
"Probably showing off, giving us this sort of thing," Ray grumbled. He was lying stretched out on the bed, his head hanging over one edge while he watched Fraser unpack their bags.
"That's silly, Ray." Fraser put a pile of t-shirts into the dresser.
"Whatever, Fraser, they're making a point to us. Look at us with our big fancy house! Look at us with our fancy Florida weather! Look at us with our fancy expensive steaks for dinner and our big-ass jewelry! Fuck you guys!"
"Ray, please stop saying the word 'fancy,'" Fraser said. "And you're being extremely rude. It was very kind of Ray and Stella to invite us to come and visit them. They've been very hospitable."
"Hmmph," Ray said. He watched Fraser hang their suits up in the closet. He tried bouncing on the mattress. It was pretty limber.
"I'm gonna check on the kid," Ray said suddenly. He rolled over to the end of the bed in one smooth motion, pushing himself up to stand. Fraser didn't look over from the bag of socks while Ray went to the door.
The room for Carrie was connecting -- like they had their own fucking suite or something. It was dark, everything out except the muppet nightlight in the corner. Ray could see the white of Dief's fur where he was lying next to the bed. Carrie herself looked still, fast asleep. Running around like a banshee on the beach all day must've worn her out.
Ray went back into his and Fraser's room. Fraser had stripped down to his boxers and his tank; he was sitting on the edge of the bed.
"This," Fraser said thoughtfully, "is a very comfortable mattress."
"Yeah," said Ray. "Big, too. Not to mention the kid's fast asleep with Dief looking out for her, and we haven't had this much privacy in a year."
"Mmmm," Fraser said, not saying anything one way or the other, but his eyes were locked on Ray and he was smiling his little knowing smile. Ray walked over to him, pushed his thighs apart with his knee so he could stand between them. He rested his hands on Fraser's shoulders and Fraser put his hands on Ray's waist and tilted his head up to look at him.
"I cannot fucking wait to get out of paradise, Fraser," Ray said. "I think Stella's tropical fruit theme downstairs is going to give me a rash. Maybe an allergy."
"Oh, well," Fraser said. "It wouldn't be any fun for you if you didn't create something to feel superior over, would it?"
Fraser giggled to himself, and Ray said, "Hmmph. Do you want to make out with me here or not?"
Fraser stopped giggling long enough to say, "Oh, certainly, Ray -- don't let me inconvenience you!" and then he tightened his grip on Ray's middle and wrapped his feet around the back of Ray's calves, and Ray leaned down and kissed Fraser until they both fell over onto Vecchio's and Stella's ruffly peaches-and-cream best guest bed.
My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard!
27. HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY to someone I will cunningly refer to as "schmerialkarma" and HAPPY ON TIME BIRTHDAY to the person with the sekrit identity of "schmalejandra"!
28. This is something like birthdayfic, and something like dorkiness.
*****
Vecchio and Stella's house was huge, massive, colossal. Ray was sure the guest bedroom they gave him and Fraser was three times the size of their room at home, easy. The closet was the size of the baby's room in the cabin.
"Probably showing off, giving us this sort of thing," Ray grumbled. He was lying stretched out on the bed, his head hanging over one edge while he watched Fraser unpack their bags.
"That's silly, Ray." Fraser put a pile of t-shirts into the dresser.
"Whatever, Fraser, they're making a point to us. Look at us with our big fancy house! Look at us with our fancy Florida weather! Look at us with our fancy expensive steaks for dinner and our big-ass jewelry! Fuck you guys!"
"Ray, please stop saying the word 'fancy,'" Fraser said. "And you're being extremely rude. It was very kind of Ray and Stella to invite us to come and visit them. They've been very hospitable."
"Hmmph," Ray said. He watched Fraser hang their suits up in the closet. He tried bouncing on the mattress. It was pretty limber.
"I'm gonna check on the kid," Ray said suddenly. He rolled over to the end of the bed in one smooth motion, pushing himself up to stand. Fraser didn't look over from the bag of socks while Ray went to the door.
The room for Carrie was connecting -- like they had their own fucking suite or something. It was dark, everything out except the muppet nightlight in the corner. Ray could see the white of Dief's fur where he was lying next to the bed. Carrie herself looked still, fast asleep. Running around like a banshee on the beach all day must've worn her out.
Ray went back into his and Fraser's room. Fraser had stripped down to his boxers and his tank; he was sitting on the edge of the bed.
"This," Fraser said thoughtfully, "is a very comfortable mattress."
"Yeah," said Ray. "Big, too. Not to mention the kid's fast asleep with Dief looking out for her, and we haven't had this much privacy in a year."
"Mmmm," Fraser said, not saying anything one way or the other, but his eyes were locked on Ray and he was smiling his little knowing smile. Ray walked over to him, pushed his thighs apart with his knee so he could stand between them. He rested his hands on Fraser's shoulders and Fraser put his hands on Ray's waist and tilted his head up to look at him.
"I cannot fucking wait to get out of paradise, Fraser," Ray said. "I think Stella's tropical fruit theme downstairs is going to give me a rash. Maybe an allergy."
"Oh, well," Fraser said. "It wouldn't be any fun for you if you didn't create something to feel superior over, would it?"
Fraser giggled to himself, and Ray said, "Hmmph. Do you want to make out with me here or not?"
Fraser stopped giggling long enough to say, "Oh, certainly, Ray -- don't let me inconvenience you!" and then he tightened his grip on Ray's middle and wrapped his feet around the back of Ray's calves, and Ray leaned down and kissed Fraser until they both fell over onto Vecchio's and Stella's ruffly peaches-and-cream best guest bed.
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6/7/05 02:09 (UTC)You have seen the Milkshake video starring real teachers, right?
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6/7/05 03:29 (UTC)(no subject)
6/7/05 03:37 (UTC)As to the teachervid for Milkshake - I doubt Kelis had anything to do with it, but she might enjoy it nonetheless. I'm YSIing it to you; enjoy.
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6/7/05 10:37 (UTC)RAY'S HORRIBLE RESENTMENT!
in all capital letters is just fucking FUNNY.
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6/7/05 10:38 (UTC)yay!!
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6/7/05 16:36 (UTC)(no subject)
6/7/05 13:12 (UTC)I liked this. A lot.
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6/7/05 16:37 (UTC)Really? I never would have guessed!!!
Heee.
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6/7/05 17:35 (UTC)I've already read this three times and I figured I should feedback. I just adore Domestic Ray and Fraser, and I really love your 'verse with Carrie.
And hee!! Fraser unpacking a bag of socks! That made me giggle so hard. An entire BAG? I love him. And then the ruffled guest bed, aw, bless.
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6/7/05 19:23 (UTC)